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Johnson didn't know what judgement day would be like, but as Johnson stood in front of
the man who put the contract out, and being surrounded by his lankies. Johnson figured it
couldn't be much different, maybe a little more pleasant. "When I hire you and hand over cold
hard cash. I expect results." The man said calmly. He nodded to the man holding Johnsons' arm.
The man grinned and slapped her across the face. The boss came forward, stroking Johnson's
cheek. "Such a waste of beautiful flesh." He said quietly. "Make sure she's not moving anytime
soon. I'll hire someone else for the job." He gave the order and got back into his expensive
black BMW and drove off. The other four were left to take care of her. They beat her and threw
her into a garbage bin in an alley a few blocks away. She crawled out and fell to the ground
moaning in pain as her body made contact with the ground.
"Well that went better they you planned." A voice said quietly behind her. She moved her head and there stood her older brother. She rolled away from him and groaned.
"Go away." She told him.
Her brother stared at her. "Fine. If you don't want my help so be it." He strolled down the alley and out on to the street, as it started to rain. She groaned but didn't move. She was a fool not to accept his help, but she was too proud and stubborn to admit she needed help. Her family was dead to her. She fell into the black oblivion. She woke up to a man pushing an old cart past her. He looked at her as if she was mad in the head and kept walking. She ignored him, and stood up slowly, the pain was intense but she didn't care about that. The pain she could handle, who her former boss had hired she could not. She was the best in the business, but she prefered quick and painless, not so with most of the people in her profession. She ran out on to the street, holding her side. She didn't know where she was going exactly, but she ran towards the U.S. Marshalls office. She stopped to catch her breath, before going inside. She walked up to the desk. "O'Malley." She said.
"Do you have an appoint-" The lady was asking when a voice from behind spoke up.
"Why are you looking for O▓Malley?" The voice asked. She turned around and was facing an older gentlemen, wearing an old worn cowboy hat, and cowboy boots. He looked like he should be retired.
"Who wants to know?" She asked, raising one eye brow.
"Quinn Diamonds. O▓Malleys' ex-partner, oldest friend, and for the last few years
brother-in-law." The man told her.
"Fine. Where can I find him?" Johnson asked.
"He▓s not here."
"Where can I find him. I need to speak to him right away. It▓s important." Johnson told him, as he was walking outside. She followed him. "Please sir, I need to find him."
"He▓s going to pick up his kids at school"
"Which school?" She asked, quickly.
"Markson Public." Mr. Diamonds told her.
As soon as she heard the name she ran off in that direction. She ran past bewilded
businessmen and women. They all shouted at her, but she didn't care, she ran as fast as her
injured body would allow her. She got to the street the school was on and cut through the
football field to get to the school. She was late, the bell rang and kids started to come out of
the school. She recongized the man Marcus O'Malley, he was leaning against his car, one of many
in the parking lot of parents waiting for their kids. She stood in the middle of the crowd
looking around. 'If I need to make a shot where would I set up'' Johnson thought, looking around,
then seen the gleam of the sniper scope on the house across from the school balcony.
She swore, as she seen O'Malley wave, she turned in time to see two kids wave back. She looked
back at the balcony and then rushed over to the kids as she seen the rifle move ever so slightly,
just like her when she went to take the shot. She pulled the kids down behind a car as the shot
hit the sidewalk where they just were, spending chips of cement everywhere. The two kids huddled
close to her. She peaked over the edge to see O'Malley duck behind his car, with his gun out and
he was talking on the phone. Another shot rang out and hit the window. Johnson placed the kids
head in her lap and covered there faces with her body, as glass rained down on them. She winced
in pain as glass shards embedded themselves into her neck, cheek, arms, and back. She waited a
moment before lifting her head up.
"Stay here. No matter what. You understand?" Johnson asked, sharply. They both nodded terrified. She crouched over to the corner of the car closest to O▓Malley. She pointed to the house across the road and indicated the balcony. It took a few minutes for him to understand, but finally he understood with a nod. He stood up suddenly and took the shot. He missed but the gunman got up and quickly left. His two kids ran over to him, and hugged him tight. Johnson stood up wincing in pain, then carefully dusting off the shards of glass. She noticed movement, and looked up to Marcus O'Malley standing in front of her, with his kids attached to each of his legs. Police and ambulance were showing up, along with the fire department, and red cross members followed. A lady a few years younger then Marcus O▓Malley walked towards him. She didn't have her badge out, but Johnson could read cop all over her, there was two men with her. They were firefighters. All three came to a stop in front of them. The woman hugged the girls. She wasn't the same one she seen in her scope. Johnson turned on her heel and went to walk away. Marcus O'Malley shot his hand out and stopped her. She kept walking, his grip got tighter. She looked at him, then his hand. "Let me go!" She hissed.
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Yeah sorry a long chapter. sorry it took sooooo long to update aswell.
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